The corners of Harry's mouth twitched.

Ron and Hermione had carefully recalled the details of Snape's transformation in order to crucify him as a curling wing bat.

"Back to normal." Harry silently recovered Snape's shredded paper, and then asked softly, "Ron, do you want to refer to it?" ”

"It's not appropriate for new students to hand in blank papers on the first day of admission."

Ron was stunned, his expression slightly unnatural.

However, this unnaturalness only lasted for a moment, and then he bowed down and took Harry and Hermione's papers with both hands, "I didn't preview this time, next time I'll write it myself." ”

Hermione swallowed back the sermon.

Harry gave Ron a deep look and didn't say anything more.

Sometimes the test paper is not something that you can write if you want to, and I hope Ron can understand this truth after studying.

Of course, Harry was absolutely in favor of Ron maintaining the confidence he was now.

And the carriage where Malfoy was located, Russell, who was about to stagger with Snape, suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Malfoy." Snape grimaced, without a smile.

"Mr. Snape!" Draco Malfoy was a little surprised.

His father, Lucius Malfoy, had kept him in the eye on the Headmaster of Slytherin.

Severus Snape, both during the period of the Mystic's life and his downfall, was a man of great stature, at least in relation to the Malfoys.

During the Mystery's time, Snape was trusted by the gentleman and was a master of the dark arts.

And after the fall of the mysterious man, the Malfoy family, who had obviously surrendered in time, could only occupy a position in Hogwarts with a weak voice.

However, Snape directly became the head of Slytherin House!

Lucius, while striving for the right to speak on the school board, lamented more than once the cleverness of Snape's methods.

It is said that once a son of heaven is a courtier, but Snape can be called 'the prime minister of two dynasties'.

"He must be a very wealthy, deep-hearted man, Draco."

Lucius's voice rang in little Malfoy's head again, "But, we need him. Settle with him, Draco. ”

Draco tried to get up, but the seat belt strapped him to death.

He could only arrange his clothes as much as possible, then straightened up, maintained the posture of a nobleman, and then said:

"Mr. Snape, you have always been the person I admire the most. This world-only potions master, an unrivaled spellcaster—"

"All right, Mr. Malfoy." Snape did not accept his courtship, continued to grimace, stretched out his wand and tapped his blank paper, and said:

"I heard from some nasty guy that you're going to join Slytherin. As you may already know, I'm the Head of Slytherin......"

"Purebloods belong to Slytherin, Mr. Snape." Malfoy said with a little pride, the golden hair on his head fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Slytherin needs more than that, Mr. Malfoy." Snape's tone was similar to that of a well-established aristocracy.

As soon as he spoke, it was as if one was expecting to recite a poem in this voice.

"I understand, Mr. Snape. From the time I was born, my education required me to be a perfect Slytherin. Malfoy's eyebrows were serious, and there was a sense of legitimacy.

Not all Slytherin fans in this carriage were, but unsurprisingly, they were all pure-blood wizards.

Even if the empty seats in this carriage were bought for twice the price, the money was well spent.

There's no need to see mudbloods, let alone smell the Muggle scent that affects wizarding development.

Draco's words, of course, won the approval of everyone in this carriage.

Some of the young wizards who were planning to join Slytherin had been impressed by his magnanimity and had secretly decided to elect Draco as a new prefect.

Snape was silent for a moment, there was no doubt that Draco would become an 'original' Slytherin.

Compared to the Harry Potter just now, Malfoy is in ...... At......

Well, Snape had to pinch his nose and admit that Malfoy was no match for him in appearance, speech and demeanor, or temperament.

Of course, it was all Lily, Snape was sure.

But!

How can a Slytherin not be able to match the stupid muscular genes of the Potters?

Even if this gene is only one percent, it will not work!

"So, Mr. Malfoy." Snape's eyes hardened, "Can you tell me why you haven't finished writing your exam yet?" ”

Draco was stunned, and there was a trace of cracked perfection on his body.

He pursed his lips and tried to redeem it, "Sir, there are some questions in the test paper, which I haven't seen in the book. So—"

"So?" Snape indifferently shattered Draco's fragile salvage, "So you're only reading a first-year book?" ”

"Didn't your homeschooling tell you that you have learned the basics and that you have to extend and explore on your own?"

"Or is your family not supporting you in buying books for your senior grades?"

"Or maybe your family can't get the right private tutor?"

Draco's mouth widened blankly, as did the others.

According to common sense, being able to write half of the test paper is already more than everyone in the 'pureblood' carriage.

Of course, it spreads to the entire train, and it is only under the two of them.

But, as coincidentally, the two men mentioned above are the future 'Gryffindors'.

Coincidentally, there is also a Gryffindor who is Potter.

Snape had overdrawn almost all the euphemisms for the next few years, refuting Draco's half-blank, half-done, and half-wrong papers.

Draco's head was dizzy, and his face grew pale, as if a screaming bomb had been fired from close range from a mandrake.

By the way, what should the mandrake be done?

Shouldn't you use unwashed hands and pencils to write answers on a white test paper?

Draco's mouth gradually deflated, and the water in his eyes almost escaped.

"Slytherin doesn't believe in tears, Mr. Malfoy." Snape didn't show a hint of pity.

Fantastic Beasts are so cute that his hands have never been soft when he dissects.

"You may think you're good enough, but that's because you haven't had a high standard of auditing."

"I'll only give you 20 marks on this paper, Mr. Malfoy, for the sake of you hating a certain Gryffindor."

"The one you just saw is the Gryffindor who will be famous."

Draco struggled to hold back his tears, and he had to say that the Gryffindor that Snape had spoken of had given him an extremely strong power in his heart.

"Is that Potter, Professor?" Draco regrouped, "I invited him into Slytherin, and I did my best. But he shamefully rejected me and chose to plant with the mudblood. ”

"He's a Gryffindor, Mr. Malfoy." Snape lifted his chin and looked at Malfoy the same way Malfoy looked at Potter, "This is your mistake, you didn't judge calmly. ”

"I'll keep an eye on it later, Mr. Snape." As if taking an oath, Draco said word for word, "I'll make him regret it." ”

"Next, correct the mistakes in this test paper." Snape nodded in satisfaction, then continued, "Do it well, I'll watch you." ”

"Yes!" Draco was encouraged, and the young wizards next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape's air pressure was so low that they could barely breathe.

"Mr. Snape, take the liberty of asking." Draco pursed his lips and finally said, "That Potter, how many points?" ”

Snape paused as he left, and snorted coldly, "In my opinion, he will always be a zero!" ”

Nope.

The flu ruined my dream of renewal.

The lungs, trachea, and throat speak in order, and it's been a week, and today it's just a little bit.

This time it's not mycoplasma, azithromycin is useless, and it has to be an antiviral oral solution......

Why are there so many viruses, it's even harder to survive now than when I was a child......

(End of chapter)